No matter how much I write the time doesn't seem to die. I've a bag full of nothing infront of me, tapes, ciggarettes, wet clothes; Australia seems like a dream allready. I feel completely different than when I left, but in a way nothing has changed, everyone else and everything other still seems foreign. I've travelled further inside than than any physical distance. I learnt to accept and to argue and when to do which. Needs mean nothing in stasis, I'm tired of transit...
#01 August 2005
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Hang tight.
I heard those flights to Oz are fucking murder. Like 14 hours or some shit. And you gotta stop in like Singapore or somethin.
I really hate flying but I love airports man. I can hang out at Paris Charles de Gaulle airport all day. Just talkin to the tricksters and captains.
Smoke up Johnny. How long before you arrive to your destination?
Posted by: Ken | 6:30pm 1 August 2005
It was 5 years ago man, I was having a flashback!
Posted by: Danny Reakes | 6:41pm 1 August 2005
I see. Hence the "2000" in the title.
I thought you were being ironic.
When will you arrive (in your flashback)?
Posted by: Ken | 6:52pm 1 August 2005
I arrive in the year 2014, Earth as we know it has long fizzeled out of existance; the air tastes acrid, land soft between my toes...
Posted by: Danny Reakes | 11:16am 2 August 2005
Merci
Posted by: wet clothes | 5:55am 13 November 2005